User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-2246928-20170525142342/@comment-25570003-20190218072650

Sergeant Merusel smiled and clapped the mousemaid gently on the shoulder, leaving her paw there. "And it's a dashin' good pleasure to meet you too, Miss Abigail. I give you my blinkin' word, we'll do our utmost t' see you lot safe from these curs- we may not be many, but by Scott, we're the best of th' best. The Long Patrol doesn't just let anyone join th' Rangers, doncha know." she winked, and then removed the paw to combine it with her other in a single loud clap that gained the attention of the other hares, some of whom were helping old or wounded villagers along. "Right, chaps, we've a new mission f' now- get these goodbeasts t' safety! Private O'Flaughan,"

A particularly large, muscular-looking hare looked up from assisting an elderly dormouse, one of her tiny paws enveloped in his larger ones. "Och, yeh call'd meh, Sarn't?"

The sergeant nodded. "You an' your longbow take th' rear."